After Jon had left, and after Humphrey had returned from his stupid act of trying to impress her, Kate made him leave out of frustration. She was in the tanière, den all alone, snow fell hard outside, blinding, about a foot had piled up already. The night was still and quiet, eerie quiet. Kate felt like shit, she could not believe she had just severed the ties of her and Jon's long standing relationship of a year. Her cœur, coeur ached, she would probably never see him again, nor her son, ou Katie.
Kate cried herself to sleep that night, listening to the soft snow piling up ever more. She was being carried off into a confusing nightmare. First she saw a long stretch of road, vastly snow covered, but the indents of car tire tracks were still visible. Kate was following the road for a long ways, it seemed to go on forever and ever. Finally through the thick, falling snow, she saw a sharp corner coming into view. The tracks appeared to have gone into a skid now, Kate followed them with her eyes and saw the twisted remains of the guardrail and the gaping hole that was there, something heavy had smashed through it. Kate slowly approached the edge and looked down, way down at the bottom she could barely make out the details of the Bronco, the spare tire, bumper and taillights. The truck was covered in snow, and there seemed to be no movement from inside.
"Oh God." Kate breathed, not knowing what she was going to find inside the rig, she began to descend down the really steep slope. Then something was pulling her back, the surroundings were blurring, and she was falling through a vast blackness into nowhere...Kate's eyes popped open, she was panting and hot, she looked around, she was in the cave still. The memory of the dream was quickly fading, but Kate knew something terrible had happened to Jon and he was out there in this cold, freezing probably. Kate got up and went to the entrance of the den, the snow was still coming down really hard and the visibility was virtually zero, there was no way she would be able to venture out in it. The risk of getting turned around and Lost was too great, there was at least three feet of snow piled up already. Kate retreated back into her den, there was nothing she could do, but wait until the storm let up.
Inside the Bronco, I stirred and came to my senses. I was slumped over the wheel. I felt something sticky around my mouth, and brought a hand up, I had bit my bottom lip in half upon collision with the wheel and there was a lot of dried and caked blood on my face and neck. I tried to sit upright, but pain seared through my right side.
"Ahhh!" I gasped, clutching my side, a couple of ribs had either been broken ou cracked was all I could assume, each breath I took the pain throbbed. My head throbbed too from a massive headache. The Bronco had quit running at some point during the crash, but the headlights and heater had remained on, it was really cold in here par now. I reached down and tried to start it, crossing my fingers and hoping for the best. The starter clicked a couple of times and died out, the battery was completely dead. I shut the ignition off and turned the lights off that were faintly glowing. My body shook from cold, hypothermia would be setting in soon I had a feeling, if I could just get into the back and emballage, wrap myself up in the blankets I would be alright. I tried moving again, but to no avail, the pain was just too extreme. I then realized I was going to freeze to death if a miracle did not happen, one of my greatest fears was freezing to death, so slow and so much suffering. Nobody would find me until spring most likely, the way it was snowing now, no vehicle would be able to get up here unless it had a plow. It wasn't even as cold as it would get yet either. Usually after a big storm system passed, there was typically a nasty cold front that came behind it, sometimes back accueil it would get to -30 degrees at night. Hypothermia sets in in about 15 minutes in that weather, death would not be long after. Maybe I would get lucky and God would spare me all the pain and suffering and take me early, but I doubted it.
I thought of my kids back home, Katie, my dad, and all my family and friends, what would they do when they heard the news that I was missing somewhere up in the frigid Canadian wilderness? I just couldn't picture all the sadness and despair that would travel around. There was a sliver of hope though, with a little effort, I managed to pull my phone out of my pocket, if I could get service I could call someone, I had no clue what the emergency number was in Canada, but doubted it was 911. I would call my dad, he would have a chercher and rescue party out in no time! But to my dismay, the phone read "No Service" where the Verizon bars normally were, the battery was nearly dead too, even if I had service, I would probably only get one call before the battery died completely. Since the Bronco was dead, there would be no way to charge it.
My desire to live was too strong, I was not ready to die, nor would I suffer like this, I was a Gies, a survivor, giving up was not programmed into my DNA! Mustering up the strength and gumption, I leaned over the siège and snatched one of the wooly blankets off the bed, pain seared through my body like a knife, but I bit my tongue and endured it. I lay down in the front siège and pulled the blanket around me, the seats were stiff from the cold. I closed my eyes, now all I could do was wait for a miracle to happen, I would not even attempt to leave the Bronco and climb up that steep slope, not in the condition I was currently in. I would probably lose my footing and fall to my death, I didn't know how long this colline went, but it seemed to go a long ways down. Even though I was still mad at Kate, she was the only thing on my mind and I was still in l’amour with her. I closed my eyes and drifted off into a light slumber.
I know this one is rather short! MDR but part 19 will be plus fulfilling I promise! Please fan and commentaire if toi can, I know I have my fanatic now, but still means a lot if toi fan my stuff and montrer appreciation! :)>
Kate cried herself to sleep that night, listening to the soft snow piling up ever more. She was being carried off into a confusing nightmare. First she saw a long stretch of road, vastly snow covered, but the indents of car tire tracks were still visible. Kate was following the road for a long ways, it seemed to go on forever and ever. Finally through the thick, falling snow, she saw a sharp corner coming into view. The tracks appeared to have gone into a skid now, Kate followed them with her eyes and saw the twisted remains of the guardrail and the gaping hole that was there, something heavy had smashed through it. Kate slowly approached the edge and looked down, way down at the bottom she could barely make out the details of the Bronco, the spare tire, bumper and taillights. The truck was covered in snow, and there seemed to be no movement from inside.
"Oh God." Kate breathed, not knowing what she was going to find inside the rig, she began to descend down the really steep slope. Then something was pulling her back, the surroundings were blurring, and she was falling through a vast blackness into nowhere...Kate's eyes popped open, she was panting and hot, she looked around, she was in the cave still. The memory of the dream was quickly fading, but Kate knew something terrible had happened to Jon and he was out there in this cold, freezing probably. Kate got up and went to the entrance of the den, the snow was still coming down really hard and the visibility was virtually zero, there was no way she would be able to venture out in it. The risk of getting turned around and Lost was too great, there was at least three feet of snow piled up already. Kate retreated back into her den, there was nothing she could do, but wait until the storm let up.
Inside the Bronco, I stirred and came to my senses. I was slumped over the wheel. I felt something sticky around my mouth, and brought a hand up, I had bit my bottom lip in half upon collision with the wheel and there was a lot of dried and caked blood on my face and neck. I tried to sit upright, but pain seared through my right side.
"Ahhh!" I gasped, clutching my side, a couple of ribs had either been broken ou cracked was all I could assume, each breath I took the pain throbbed. My head throbbed too from a massive headache. The Bronco had quit running at some point during the crash, but the headlights and heater had remained on, it was really cold in here par now. I reached down and tried to start it, crossing my fingers and hoping for the best. The starter clicked a couple of times and died out, the battery was completely dead. I shut the ignition off and turned the lights off that were faintly glowing. My body shook from cold, hypothermia would be setting in soon I had a feeling, if I could just get into the back and emballage, wrap myself up in the blankets I would be alright. I tried moving again, but to no avail, the pain was just too extreme. I then realized I was going to freeze to death if a miracle did not happen, one of my greatest fears was freezing to death, so slow and so much suffering. Nobody would find me until spring most likely, the way it was snowing now, no vehicle would be able to get up here unless it had a plow. It wasn't even as cold as it would get yet either. Usually after a big storm system passed, there was typically a nasty cold front that came behind it, sometimes back accueil it would get to -30 degrees at night. Hypothermia sets in in about 15 minutes in that weather, death would not be long after. Maybe I would get lucky and God would spare me all the pain and suffering and take me early, but I doubted it.
I thought of my kids back home, Katie, my dad, and all my family and friends, what would they do when they heard the news that I was missing somewhere up in the frigid Canadian wilderness? I just couldn't picture all the sadness and despair that would travel around. There was a sliver of hope though, with a little effort, I managed to pull my phone out of my pocket, if I could get service I could call someone, I had no clue what the emergency number was in Canada, but doubted it was 911. I would call my dad, he would have a chercher and rescue party out in no time! But to my dismay, the phone read "No Service" where the Verizon bars normally were, the battery was nearly dead too, even if I had service, I would probably only get one call before the battery died completely. Since the Bronco was dead, there would be no way to charge it.
My desire to live was too strong, I was not ready to die, nor would I suffer like this, I was a Gies, a survivor, giving up was not programmed into my DNA! Mustering up the strength and gumption, I leaned over the siège and snatched one of the wooly blankets off the bed, pain seared through my body like a knife, but I bit my tongue and endured it. I lay down in the front siège and pulled the blanket around me, the seats were stiff from the cold. I closed my eyes, now all I could do was wait for a miracle to happen, I would not even attempt to leave the Bronco and climb up that steep slope, not in the condition I was currently in. I would probably lose my footing and fall to my death, I didn't know how long this colline went, but it seemed to go a long ways down. Even though I was still mad at Kate, she was the only thing on my mind and I was still in l’amour with her. I closed my eyes and drifted off into a light slumber.
I know this one is rather short! MDR but part 19 will be plus fulfilling I promise! Please fan and commentaire if toi can, I know I have my fanatic now, but still means a lot if toi fan my stuff and montrer appreciation! :)>
Queen locust: it began, as always, whit the desire for power. the need to conquer, the hunger to consume.(gunfire) inevitably, this led to conflict. humanity fought an endless battle against itself... until it was forced to unite against a power far greater than it had ever known. but even united, humanity left only destruction in its wake. despite their best efforts at survival, the humans of sera continued to march blindly to their imminent doom... unaware that their misguided attempts at retaliation were only leading them ever closer to extinction(marching troops). they had thought us crippled par their weapons of mass destruction. but to survive is to endure and prosper. and we have most certainly survived.(gunfire) jacinto now stands as the last bastion of humanity, a final, desperate defense in the face of impossible odds. in a way, i pity them... but humanity, as always, brought this war upon itself.
